Timbaland:
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Uh-huh,Uh-huh,Huh
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Uh-huh,Uh-huh,Huh
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Check it out

Verse 1: (?????)

This is how I want to spit it
I bullshitted in the eighties(Forbid)
I had to get my mind up off the ladies
Like these wordly things, A baby beam and shiny rings
See this is how we do things when you’re fuckin with
the kings
Of the streets
New York is all respected
But still we keep it hectic
In places where we be wreckin
Where we from, Timbaland(VA)
See thats my man so understand these things
Three niggas thinkin bout cream
Me and Magoo, Ya’ll realize we roll with CRU (Huh)
All respect to, That’s why your girl ain’t lovin you
We peep the card in the steez
We even got the keys to the bed where you rest
Your life is based on stress
So just relax kid because my mack days are in the mist
And you ain’t got a chance like Sharon Stone on the
Last Dance
It’s easy past, when I’m runnin wit your lady
Ask yo boys, I’m pushin your Mercedes
So what nigga

Chorus: (Timbaland and Magoo) {Magoo} (TImbaland)

Writtin rhymes is all that they want to
do(Uh-huh,Huh,Uh-huh,huh,huh)
They don’t gotta do anything else (They don’t gotta do
anything else)
(Uh, Say what, Say what, Say what)
If writtin rhymes is all that they want to do(That
they want to do)
They don’t gotta do anything else (They don’t gotta do
anything
else){Yeah}
{They don’t gotta nothin else ya’ll, Check it

Verse 2: Magoo
Dick em, Court VD, Now I’m sick wit em
Ate a pack of cheese now I just bullshit wit em
Kick em, Nigga when your down, Look I got to get cha
Get away wit the crime, that’s the wrong picture
I’m in a zone like a teen on a phone
H-I with no V, but I stay full blown
Hah yeah yo, Put nick out the door
You move quick but bitch, yeah your too slow
Get on your knees like a dog and scratch ya fleas
Somebody on the phone want to talk to your (???)
But I got my life and Mary what’s the 411
Niggas get shook when I rhyme, You best ta fuckin run
Get out the way cause my recitals suicidal
I’m the rebel when I yell, Ya’ll know, Ask Billy Idol
Son of a bitch cause he a son and yous a bitch
Me die for you, girl go dick your own bitch

Chorus: (Timbaland and Magoo) {Magoo} (TImbaland)

Writtin rhymes is all that they want to
do(Uh-huh,Huh,Uh-huh,huh,huh)
They don’t gotta do anything else (They don’t gotta do
anything else)
If writtin rhymes is all that they want to do(That
they want to do)
They don’t gotta do anything else (They don’t gotta do
anything else)
(Check it out, Check it out Say what, Say what)
Writtin rhymes is all that they want to
do(Uh-huh,Huh,Uh-huh,huh,huh)
They don’t gotta do anything else (They don’t gotta do
anything else)
(They don’t gotta do)
If writtin rhymes is all that they want to do(That
they want to do)
They don’t gotta do anything else (They don’t gotta do
anything else)
(Check it out, baby)

Timbaland:

Hear dis beat
It’s done by me
I do them ill beats, Ya know what I’m sayin
People always try to bite me yo
But they can’t bit this one
Huh They might try
But you know what
You got to pay a samplin if you want to bit me
Like that
Uh, Like that
Uh, It’s the beat, uh, Like that
Ginuwine, uh, like that
Aaliyah, Like that
Playa, Like that
Big Rob, Like that
Big E, Like that
Of course, my man M-A-G-OO
And me Timbaland
Jimmy D, we out for 97E
Can’t forget my man Elliot
Only one
Check it out baby
The fight just begun we out

Wit’ yo’ bad self

featuring Mad Skillz

[Timbaland]
Here we go again
Ha ha here we go again
Make it hot uhh
(Yeah) Here we go again
Make it hot Mad
Huh here we go again
We’re gon’ make it hot
Ha ha here we go again
(Yo) Skillz

[Mad Skillz]
Now listen baby girl I don’t like kissin
Flip your back out and we can start twistin
Check the intuition the dime definition
Cop all the rocks that sparkle and glisten
Where your man at? Yo, that cat missin
I got you on the line, you mine, no fishin
Satisfaction, no competition
We rock the V-12, we leave him the 6’s
What’s the deal? Fulfill every wish and
haters keep hatin, dissers keep dissin
We rich and, I take you out on a mission
You can make it hot, what I do make it sizzle
Keep you lookin jig’, your nails to precision
Got your girls jealous, to be you them chicks wishin
Hit it on the bullseye Boo no missin
Keep swishin, you see gold like Slick Rick and

Chorus: Timbaland (repeat 2X)

(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit’ yo’ bad self
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit’ yo’ bad
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit’ yo’ bad self
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit’ yo’ bad

[Mad Skillz]
Now what you want? Prada, Escada, you got that
The way the one’s stack ain’t no way that you can stop that
You in the way girl? Boom when I block that
Treated your physique like a beat and I rock that
You got your Hustle? I ain’t tryin to Knock that
Drop carats and the ring, make sure the rock’s fat
You can rise, but you ain’t tryin to stop that
You’d think I had the keys Boo the way I locked that
Oh that’s your man? I think it’s time to drop that
Lay it off, play it off, yeah you get the props back
You get the dress, I get the cane and the top hat
After we done Boo, I let you run the clock back
Fallin in love? Oh never not that
Who you know who control where they gettin jocked at?
And in Vegas I’m hittin it up like a slot rack
If you think you runnin game girl you need to botch that

Chorus

[Mad Skillz]
Now when you came in the door, I seen you before
A dime, fine all the way to the core
Thick enough to make a nigga drop to the floor
Talked in your ear til my throat got sore
Lames, she could see my game was straight raw
Specially since she bought my tape right out the store
She was like, “Ain’t you ’sposed to be out on tour?”
“Since you ain’t tryin to go Boo, what you askin for?”
Need I say more, from the 8-oh-4
If you placin bets girl, then you best be sure
Slick, if you sick, then I got the cure
Chrome spinnin, we winnin Boo, check the score
Filthy rich, I like to dress like I’m four
Have the chicks fightin like the next World War
Sure, yo you never treat em like a whore
Like Jay said, “Love it or hate it, eith-er or”

Chorus

[Timbaland]
Uhh, what, uh huh
What, like that, what
Timbaland, what
Mad Skillz, uhh
Collabo’, what
Don’t go, baby
Don’t go, baby baby
Don’t go

Chorus (w/o Timbaland)

(Go ahead) 2X

Who am i

featuring Twista

[Timbaland talking:]
Da Da Da Da Da Da
Yes yes yes yes yes yes
It’s me again baby Timbaland
And uh we doin somethin like dis
Hear da beat?
Uh
(clapping)
Say what?
Thats right
Thank you thank you thank you
(laughing)Uh right now Ima bring a special guest in
He gon’ rip it for me like this check it out

[Twista]
Who am I Nigga wid tha blunt steady trippin, sippin on the concoction,
with tha gun cocktin
Drum knockin, gotta get off
Bitches and killas in the front watchin
Flowin with like a finna studda some
Betta come off a butta ton, brotha run, I hope he said he were
Ima flow until my belly hurt
Pimp nigga rockin on tha stage an rock on in the petty shirt
Let it ruff, ooh
Feels like anotha one
Who you be? Mr. Shystie
The one who make you frown up like the lemon in my ice tea
The muthafucka most likely
To get a tuba with the opposition in my position
I break em off when I give em tha heat
Steady re’ for rollin
Bullets body decomposion
I dismember the weak on the Timbaland beat
You remember the beat
Conversation we had
When my adrinallin was rushin
Check yo brakes and knee pads
When the twis to get tha bus in
Bodys gon’ get rushed in
I can make em hit tha dance flo
Brothas, bitches, and hustlers
I get up in the guts homie, never phoney
Hitta wigga when he run up on me
Yall muthafuckas still don’t know me
Let em’ learn slowly

[Chorus:]2x
Who you be?
Im tha one that stay high
Center maka up tha party, rockin bodys
with tha thugga hands up in the sky
neva shy he’s fly
Who am i, who you be?
I’m the one’s gon’ get buck
T-straight from the Chi
Ribal, homosydal, everybody duck
With tha party up and pimp struck
T-N-T now I say who am I

Who you be? Who am I?
The one who’s surrounded by the wood
500 wid the ribs stickin through the hood
Up to no good thats why’d stay they misunderstood
And Im always in tha mix of some shits
Scoop a shawty an she thick
And tha bitch getts grip in them hips
Putta dick on tha lips top it doggie style, she my homie gal
So I tricked on that bitch
Now who you be?
The one who’s on tha dance floor
Sex gon be one of tha mass hoes
Freak on a bad hoe
you’s could really wanna flash gold
Turn a hater to a sass hoe
Play an ballin up at Cape Town, strippin went down
Study, tippin off of CDs an Tapes
Though see niggas see Gs to take
Run up to tha car, got no thangs
They got CDs to break, no easy pace
Who you be?
The crime cause other obituary an uligy
Photo stank and yall be who to see
Only smokin it wid you and me
Lets go hang out where tha booty be
I was on sumthin, no frontin
Yello wide ol’ belly in the po funkin
Grinnin while up in the curb
Wanna journey for herb
Always tellin somebody to smoke somethin
True indeed

Chorus 2x

The one thats flowin fluently
Make yo baby say goo to me
Whatcha did to her
Didn’t ask why I hit her for
Cause the game like liturature
Get it Get it gurl
I don’t know what you was waitin on
But if you aint wid a partna
This young monsters a fly guy
Shake a lil bit of dat body
We gon party till we sky high
To my playas an soldiers, shady niggas, young thugs and strap hoes,
pimps strikin fees and red bones
Ghetto fees and Gs an MC’s for the rifols
The one that be kickin off air time
From sunrise ta bedtime
All of yall need ta know me, the one an only
Pimp slach tingin twista from tha Chi
Makin compotition die slowly
Who am I?

Chorus 2x

[Timbaland]
Ha ha ha ha
Yall didn’t think that I would do it again twice did ya
Ha ha
I do it like that, I put it down
For tha 98 or TNT
Thang ya know what Im sayin
Timbaland and Twista
Yall fools couldn’t recognize could ya?
I put it down for all parts of the area
We out